Could I slip this slim stick of graphite
— Alexei Vimpani (@AlexeiVimpani) July 26, 2019
under my skin and into pulsing veins
and dissolve it?
Then, if i cut myself open,
Would I bleed words?#micropoetry
Where does your history lead and lie
— Alexei Vimpani (@AlexeiVimpani) July 6, 2019
When does it begin and end
Who’s shadows are on the wall
Who’s blood is on the floor?#micropoetry
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